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Hey Jude I & II

Balcony Romance 1



It’s a little after five in the evening and I’m not quite sure how many hours we've gained. We leave El Dorado International Airport to hop in a black van that will take us to the Hilton Hotel here in Bogotá, Colombia. I took very basic Spanish in high school so I hope not to be too lost when it comes to reading directions and talking with the locals, although that doesn't seem to be a concern anyone else is struggling with.

I feel Harry’s gaze fixed on me the entire time. I refuse to initiate any talk regarding my dream or how I’m doing, therefore the less I look at him the better off I am. I pretend to be so charmed by the city that I haven’t a moment to lose when it comes to looking outside my window. The humidity is already getting to me. I’ve stripped off my cardigan even though the AC is on high. Folding the garment on my lap, I feel Harry’s hand begin to massage the back of my neck to which I flash him a smile in appreciation.

“We’re here boys!” Paul, their tour manager announces as we pull up to a tall black building.

The door slides open and we are ushered into the hotel by friendly uniformed staff with lovely caramel skin. I envy them immediately. They greet us with bilingual hellos and some of the boys including Harry begin to practice their Spanish by replying thank you and asking how they are doing. We are led into their lustrous lobby and once inside, it’s hard to tell what country we’re in, if it weren’t for their exotic language sung around us.

Paul walks back to the group and hands out the room keys. “Remember we need to meet down here in half an hour.”

There’s mumbling amongst the guys as we carry on to the elevators. We’ll be staying in the same floor but the majority in separate rooms. I’m determined to stay behind, no matter what event is going on. The minute Harry and I walk into our room, I bee-line for the bed. I’m not that tired but I have to put this front if I’m going to get out of this.

“Still not feelin’ well, babe?”

“Yeah. Where are you guys going?”

“We have a short press conference tonight and then we’re supposed to go to some dinner. Are you wantin’ to sit this one out?”

“If that’s okay with you.”

“That’s aright, I just wish you would talk to me . . . you’ve never been this quiet. I worry.”

“I’m fine, Harry. I just want some time alone, that’s all I promise.”

“Do you feel like I’m suffocatin’ ya?”

“No. I just want to relax before the pace picks up.”

“Fine. Call me later if you want. I don’t know how long it’ll be.”

Harry sets our bags by the table. Leaving the extra room key on the bed, he kisses me on the cheek before exiting the room. The sound of the door shutting wasn’t as loud as the attitude he left in. I feel horrible for being this moody. I’m usually pretty controlled and not as flaky or emotionally unstable. I blame my damn pills again.

I roll out of bed to look at the view from our window and just then the door beeps and opens. I swing around to see Harry storm in and the hairs on my body shoot up.

“I forgot somethin’,” he asserts with a scowl.

Each long stride has him by my side in no time and I’m praying that he doesn’t interrogate me. He holds my waist and lunges those kissable lips upon mine. Robbed but for a brief moment, Harry pulls himself off just as quickly.

“I forgot to tell you that I love you.”

He pecks me once more before leaving for good this time, winking as he looks back and closes the door behind him. That’s all the proof I need.

After another mini nap, I decide to go outside and find a place to eat. Towards the left from the Hotel’s entrance, I stumble across a quaint little place called Lina’s Café. Excellent. Soon I’m feasting on an amazing avocado salad with loads of veggies and turkey bits, plus my diet coke. Taking advantage of my lone time I scan the rest of my missed texts; there’s one from Linda and my mom.

Call us when you can, we miss you. Big hugs and kisses. –Mom

I had a great time with Billy, that’s his name, except he had to leave. He said his cousin was in some sort of trouble. He was also very sweet and funny but I’m not holding my breath or anything. –Linda

I’m glad to read that Linda had a good time even though I don’t approve of who she had it with. I do however need to catch up with my parents and with that I give my mom a call. Luckily, I’m only a few hours ahead and I hear the phone pick up on the third ring.



“I love you too mom. Give dad a hug for me.”

I hang up as I walk through the revolving doors of the hotel. This place is so big and I’m not used to staying in such elegant places. I stroll around and climb the red carpeted stairs leading to the lounge area. I’m surprised to find Troy sitting there with his laptop; he seems just as surprised.

“Hey, you’re looking much better!” he smiles and points to the empty chairs.

“Yeah, I’m feeling like my old self again. . . I think.”

“Good. I could tell Harry was devastated and worried.”

“Can I ask for your advice on something?” I say while sitting on an armrest.

“As long as it’s off the record. Shoot!” He chuckles.

I smile from his comment and wonder how to ask without seeming insecure. “If you started dating someone, would you want to know about their exes?”

“Ahh . . . well, the last girlfriend I had was Bonnie Wright in seventh grade, sadly that lasted less than a week but if I started dating someone . . . probably not. Why?”

“It’s just hard sometimes when the temptation of knowing is at my fingertips.”

“Are you curious about Harry’s exes?”

“I’m convinced that I don’t NEED to know but I read some stupid gossip column that kind of stirred me up.”

“I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that if you’re going to find out it needs to come straight from the source itself. Have you asked him about it?”

“I told him I wasn’t interested in knowing.”

“Well if it matters to you now, why not ask?”

“I guess I don’t want him drawing to conclusions that it’s been boggling my mind. He’s been asking me if I’m alright all day and I don’t have the nerve to ask such personal questions. Though I know he wouldn’t hesitate to answer. . . Yeah, forget it. I don’t need to know!”

“Just remember to ask him before you go searching on Google or whatever.”

I nod and shoot him a thumbs up as I walk towards the elevator. On my ride up to the twenty sixth floor my mild cramps return, I’m guessing its ovulation time but I can’t remember feeling them like this before. Determined to take some Ibuprofen once I make it in the room, I hear the chime of another notification go off while opening my door.


@strawberryfieldsforjude I found this other article. It isn’t a very nice one but I thought I’d better show you anyway.

The truth behind Harry and Jude’s relationship. Why he went running into the arms of non-celebrity.


I stare at the tweet and its link. Taking a seat on the bed, I think hard about my next move. I glare at the list of notifications I’ve gotten from the same girl and don’t know whether to thank her or tell her to stop. Both demon and angel are sitting on my shoulders, perhaps if I hide my phone I won’t be so tempted. Stashing it below the pillow, I force myself to turn on the television and sit by the window. It isn’t much longer till Harry arrives.

“Hey, you’re up!”

“I think I slept too much. What time is it?”

“Barely nine thirty. I brought you some soup.”

“Oh did you?” I stand to wrap my arms around his waist. “Thank you.”

“You look better.”

“Actually, I was just about to take a shower.”

“Great, I’ll join you.”

“No! I mean, let me warm up the water a bit before you come in,” I blurt out suspiciously.

“O.K.E.Y.” He answers with his eyes wide.

I skip into the bathroom to run the water, when in reality I didn’t want Harry to see that I was spotting. We, correction I, had been so distant, I thought for sure Harry would want to get up close and personal tonight. I just want to be prepared for him.

“Can I come in now?” he says outside the door.

“Not yet. Give me a minute!” I snap and quickly dispose of the sanitary napkin.

“Take your time, it’s aright. I’ll wait till you’re done,” his accent is thick with disappointment.

I enjoy my shower, without a growing belly, and hope I can make it up to Harry when I’m done. At least the bathroom looks nothing like my dream, how creepy would that be? I towel dry off and wrap myself in it as I open the door. The first thing I see is Harry hunched over with his back to me, scrolling on his phone. So I tiptoe towards my luggage in search of my navy blue and polka dot nightie.

“What’s this shit?!” Harry questions in a not so friendly tone. Startled, I turn my head to see it isn’t his phone he’s holding. “Is this what’s been buggin’ you all day?”

“No! Not entirely,” I can’t lie.

“Tell me you didn’t read these?!”

“I . . . I shouldn’t have, I know.”

“I told you, if you have any questions I’d be more than willin’ to answer them! Don’t go readin’ this fuckin’ crap because nothin’ good will come of it! You know this, Jude.”

“I do . . . and I thought I told you to stay away from my phone!”

“I wouldn’t have looked had it not been hidden.”

“Not a valid excuse, Harry.”

“I’ve been worried enough. I thought I could find somethin’ since you weren’t talkin’ to me!”

My blood is boiling. I don’t know why I feel so much anger right now but he went snooping around in my phone . . . again! Instead of taking my phone from him, I grab my clothes and barge towards the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

“Jude, I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have touched your phone. I only did it because I was really worried, I swear it! Please, Jude. Let me in.” I hear his hands scratch at the door like pleading paws.

“Would you just give me a second?!” I say annoyed.

What is my problem? Why am I lashing out at the one person who doesn’t deserve it and has been nothing but loving and patient with me? I don’t understand these mood swings and frankly I don’t like them. I slip on my see-thru dress and underwear, take a deep breath and leap.

It breaks me to see Harry sitting at the edge of the bed with his hands hidden in his mane. My feet glide towards him, making decisions for me as I compose what to say next.

“Forgive me? I’ve been an emotional mess today and I can’t explain why,” I beg and press my stomach against his head, brushing my fingers gently through his curls.

“You don’t have to explain a thing. I just don’t want you shuttin’ me out,” his face presses against my abdomen just as I hoped and his hands slither around my hips. “When you’re not open with me, I don’t feel right.”

“I’m sorry,” I plea with my eyes drowning.

Harry stands and meets my eyes half way, raising my chin up with his fist. He looks sad and I feel horrible for causing it.

“Trust me?” he asks.

“I do.”

“Love me?”

“Yes,” I nod. “Love me?”

“Love you always.”

His fingers tuck into my damp hair, cradling my head as his lips imprint my forehead. Hot air blows out from his nose and I know that he’s letting go. Harry’s lips linger for a few seconds more until they jump onto mine. His palms are crushing my cheeks but I don’t care; his mouth is hot and refreshing all at once, I can’t get enough of this moment.

“Hold that thought,” he lifts up his index finger. “Gimmie ten minutes?” he adds while peeling off his shirt and heading to the bathroom.

“You have nine!” I giggle.

I twirl in place when I hear the shower turn on. Things are okay now, back to good. In the meantime, I skip on over to the balcony and stare at the city lights. The small veranda is enclosed by a glass rail, giving the illusion that nothing’s there, except for the steel rod on the very top. I lean over as it reaches a couple of inches above my waist and spy on the streets below. The air is humid but it’s not so bad with the occasional cool breeze.

I hear a long whistle and Harry steps out to join me. He places one hand on the rail and the other squeezes the back of my neck lovingly.

“What a view, huh?” His body presses against the glass. “Ever thought you’d be here, in Colombia?”

“Never.”

“How are you feelin’?” his body pushes off and moves behind me, holding his weight with his hands on the banister at either side of me.

“I feel like a jerk but other than that I’m satisfactory,” I smile poorly.

“Nuh-uh. I’m gonna have to fix that. This night is too stunnin’ to waste,” he finishes by whispering the last words in my ear. “How bout I loosen you up a lil first?”

Harry’s hands rake my back and land on my shoulders where I enjoy a semi deep massage. His fingertips begin tapping on my shoulder blades and sides as though he were playing on his own set of ivory keys. It tickles and indeed loosens me, making me giggle and push away from him. Just then he wraps his long arm over my chest from behind and pulls me against him. I feel his breath fall beside my face and we stare into the night.

“I’m so glad you’re here and I get to share this with you.”

My hands cling to his arm, captivated by his words. I wish he would take me now but he’s more worried about my well-being than making-out. My nails gently glide over his smooth skin, pacing back and forth. I trail small kisses along his forearm up to where I can reach and heat up once I feel his other hand on my hip. His fingers begin circling over my thin dress and slowly descend in a diagonal towards my pelvic bone.

All the while my hands grip tight to his arm like a bar, this will be my support as I let him roam over me, ever so pleasurably. My eyes scan over the twinkling horizon, wondering if anyone’s watching. Hope they enjoy this show because I don’t intend on stopping it. The fact that we are out on this balcony in full public view stirs so much excitement, yet there’s only so much they can see from the twenty sixth floor.

“Here?” he mutters.

I nod to whatever he has asked.

My chest starts to elevate and cave when his long hand glides down and under the hem, squeezing my meaty inner thigh. I think he’s going to go for my swelling center but he wraps around my waist and holds me in this lock, lowering his head till our cheeks touch.

“I’m gonna marry you one day. I can say that with confidence,” Harry pauses and kisses my temple. “You could have any man and he’d be the luckiest ever . . . but no one’s gonna love you more than I do.”

I turn around in his arms and search for his lips. My eyes are closed but I have the lasting picture of all the city lights and it makes the kiss magical. His arms hold me tight and mine fall low on his hips. Without notice he pulls away, drinking me in with his piercing irises. He grabs my hands and closes them as though there were something inside.

“You have the choice. Heads, nice. Tails . . . naughty.”

“Hmm, that’s a hard one.”

Harry looks down at his crotch and smiles, “Yes, yes it is. Now choose.”

I’m blushing on the spot. Oh Harry! I almost say naughty but based on how this day has been, I think it’s best if we keep this on the romantic scale and leave the erotic escapades for the nights to come.

“Heads.”

“Very well, love. . . you do realize what HEAD means right?” he laughs and now I’m confused.

He crosses his arms out in front of me with his hands made into fists. Another game? He bows his head for me to pick one. Narrowing my eyes at him and then his hands, I pat the one on the left. His hand turns and opens to reveal whatever object of his imagination and then he wiggles his brows.

“What?” I smile.



Notes

A/N: Chapter Playlist

"Let It Be Me" - Ray LaMontagne

"No One's Gonna Love You" -Band Of Horses



I'm going to be mean because you guys are too quiet!

So YOU DECIDE, If you want a steamy chapter next I wanna hear some noise :)

Otherwise, I'll go straight to the next morning.

Heads or tails? (evil laugh :> )




PS. Happy Easter!

Comments

85............why am i commenting on dirty things!

harrysbutthole harrysbutthole
6/15/16

48 Is really kinky......but im still readidng it

harrysbutthole harrysbutthole
6/15/16

ok so chapter 35 tells me how to cup nuts...ok

harrysbutthole harrysbutthole
6/14/16

woow not even half of the book and there already fucking!! chapter 6 and 5 are the reason i don't have a boyfriend :(

harrysbutthole harrysbutthole
6/14/16

Hey! Could you please answer me on Whattpad? I would be so honored to translate your amazing fanfiction into Russian.

SonyaDr SonyaDr
5/3/16